Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 887

The woman's voice was shrill and loud, echoing through the conference room until, within moments, everyone had rushed out to see what the commotion was about.

"So you think you can just gang up on a woman because you've got numbers on your side?" she shouted. "Fine, I won't stoop to your level, but you'd better get Marguerite out here this instant!"

There was something oddly familiar about her voice, Marguerite realized, although she couldn't quite place it. And judging by the venom in the woman's tone, it was as if Marguerite had done her some unforgivable wrong. Marguerite racked her brain, but honestly, she couldn't think of anyone she'd made an enemy of recently.

Who could it be? She was at a loss.

Meanwhile, Silas lounged lazily in his leather chair, idly twirling a pen between his long fingers, looking completely at ease, almost amused by the chaos.

As Marguerite brushed past him, he shot her a sardonic look and muttered, "Well, looks like another debt collector has come knocking."

Marguerite's steps faltered for a split second. She shot him a glare, but didn't bother to reply-she just hurried from the room.

The hallway outside was crowded with onlookers. Marguerite couldn't immediately see who the woman was, but she called out anyway, her voice steady, "Let her

go."

At her command, the staff instinctively stepped aside, clearing a path for Marguerite. She lifted her gaze—and her heart skipped a beat. Standing there, disheveled and wild-eyed, was Daphne. Maurice's ex-wife.

No wonder her voice sounded familiar.

face. Marguerite clearly remembered how Daphne always favored heavy makeup and dramatic looks, her striking features always perfectly accentuated. But now, barefaced,

return to the conference

to see

Smack.

Daphne's hand lashed out and delivered a stinging slap across her cheek, cutting her off mid-sentence. Marguerite's face burned; she pressed her palm to her

you do? You abandoned him at the hospital without a second thought! You heartless witch-you're

again, but this time, a strong arm shot out and stopped her cold. Daphne gasped in pain and staggered back. Marguerite looked up in surprise-it

who are you?" Daphne spat,

and icy, brimming with anger. But Daphne didn't back down. She scoffed-and waved him off.

He looked at Marguerite, his expression suddenly complicated. After a pause, he

a wife, why was Marguerite

but she knew he hadn't

vise-like grip. "You're coming with me to the hospital! Right now! You're going to take care of

was hysterical, her

Marguerite's ears. "Daphne, let me go! Let

struggled to free herself, but Daphne

with a pair of security guards. They worked quickly to separate the women, and the guards immediately moved to escort Daphne

fought back, kicking and swinging with wild abandon-gone was the poised, glamorous woman Marguerite had once known.